Who has taken her heart away and replaced with ice? If only out of vanity, I have wondered what kind of fine lady she'd become? but she was an unlucky little girl, a convict at birth and prisoned since. I saw her again last night, during the ghostly hours when silence fell deaf, and darkness revived, tigress shamelessly sat beside. The girl was the usual, her body painted with bruise, her face covered by tears, her hair soaked in the pool of her own blood, And her heart trembled, frosty, almost ran out of heartbeats. I'd let go of her and chase after Healing, but she cried again, when no one's watching: 'I know you don't love me, but could you please not hurt me, Mama? Finish my life as you wish, for this life I no longer desire!'